Power to the People (Rerecorded) Songtext
von Coolio
Power to the People (Rerecorded) Songtext
Yea
Y′all better check your prostate
I'm watching you
I′m a set it off like
Back in the day (yea)
And spit the real from my grill like
Back in the day (yea)
And shake them haters like the Jews did
Back in the day (yea)
And motivate the population like
Back in the day (yea)
You used to be 38
Now it's eight to the k
Same hood different homie still
Catching a case
Cause we living in the era o' terror
And the bush wagon H.I.V
Eat crack, we either meth addicts
Our rappers claiming they got skills
But lack at it
Rapping over tracks that shows
You′re wack bastard
Rich man, Prada, Versace, Gucci
And a set of 24′s will make em
Pop that couchie, holla
Drop that booty
Pop your collar Nigga
That's your daughter
Drop that dollar, iller
Ain′t it look the picture I paint
Is tainted what would you do
With the power to change it
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
I know you're wondering
Why I′m telling you something
That might better you
You'll rather play the booty stuff
That rapper′s filling you
Because he rolling 22
You think he hella cool
Nigga but you
Fell in school Nigga
Leave your residence homie
Don't be hesitant
Load up your congress me and
Impeach the president
Grab that metal and
Go and settle the score
Skin that smoker then
Leave him right on the floor
The softer the outside
Sometimes the harder the core
Then make it rain
And sometimes when it rains
Then it pours
I've been poor and I′ve stolen
Things from the store
That I couldn′t pay for
How many times, I slept on the floor
No room on the bed
No room on the couch
No room in the house
Fighting over scraps
With a roach and a mouse (what!)
I'm from a hood
Where the bus don′t take you on tours
Power to the people
Cause the people got power that's hard
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
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Power to the people
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Power to the people
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Power to the people
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Power to the people
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Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the People
Y′all better check your prostate
I'm watching you
I′m a set it off like
Back in the day (yea)
And spit the real from my grill like
Back in the day (yea)
And shake them haters like the Jews did
Back in the day (yea)
And motivate the population like
Back in the day (yea)
You used to be 38
Now it's eight to the k
Same hood different homie still
Catching a case
Cause we living in the era o' terror
And the bush wagon H.I.V
Eat crack, we either meth addicts
Our rappers claiming they got skills
But lack at it
Rapping over tracks that shows
You′re wack bastard
Rich man, Prada, Versace, Gucci
And a set of 24′s will make em
Pop that couchie, holla
Drop that booty
Pop your collar Nigga
That's your daughter
Drop that dollar, iller
Ain′t it look the picture I paint
Is tainted what would you do
With the power to change it
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
I know you're wondering
Why I′m telling you something
That might better you
You'll rather play the booty stuff
That rapper′s filling you
Because he rolling 22
You think he hella cool
Nigga but you
Fell in school Nigga
Leave your residence homie
Don't be hesitant
Load up your congress me and
Impeach the president
Grab that metal and
Go and settle the score
Skin that smoker then
Leave him right on the floor
The softer the outside
Sometimes the harder the core
Then make it rain
And sometimes when it rains
Then it pours
I've been poor and I′ve stolen
Things from the store
That I couldn′t pay for
How many times, I slept on the floor
No room on the bed
No room on the couch
No room in the house
Fighting over scraps
With a roach and a mouse (what!)
I'm from a hood
Where the bus don′t take you on tours
Power to the people
Cause the people got power that's hard
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
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Power to the people
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Power to the people
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Power to the people
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Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
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Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the people
Pow-power to the people
Power to the People
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